roiling in existential horror @unfabulouskilljoy - Tumblr Blog

i know the wound man is supposed to be a medical teaching aid but i love that out of context it looks like someone was just like man fuck this one guy in particular

valtsv

maykitz

sacré bleu...somebody âs deepthreauxted ze eiffel toweur

sacred-portal

hmm.,.. i prefer psychological warfare,,.,

rottingfacade

*optimist guy flying a plane*

Uuh air control, one of my wings isn’t on fire right now

eyeslikecrashingjets

there's a corpse in this bed btw. if you even care.

switchblades-and-apparitions

bullets is the faded, oversized band shirt. bullets is listening to music with the worst headphones known to man. bullets is the pink and orange sunset in the evening during late summer. bullets is looking through second hand vinyls and cds. bullets is the glow of streetlights at night. bullets is staying up all night and pondering. bullets is the overwhelming feeling of loneliness. bullets is playing your dads untuned bass guitar at 3am but quietly as not to disturb your parents sleep. bullets is that old decaying jacket in the back of your wardrobe. bullets is hiding the alcohol you stole from your parents. bullets is being the weird kid in school, fuck even your own "friends" make fun of you.

bullets is staying alive out of anger and spite

memorycycle

i invented milk

dishevelledghost-deactivated202

#yes yes

muppethole-deactivated20240312

had a dream last night where marbles were back en vogue and everyone carried their marbles around in cute little pouches that they'd clip onto their backpacks or purse straps or belt loops so they'd always have their marbles on them and your marbles were deeply personal objects that showcased your individual personality and people would get really passionate and proud of them and playing for keeps was a deeply serious and honor-bound affair and i played a game with an old man while waiting for a bus and he told me how he met his wife while playing in a for-keeps tournament and in a miracle shot he knocked out her most precious marble a brilliant sparkling green one with an inside like a geode and when he looked up he found she was crying at its loss and so right there on the spot he proposed to her so that she could divorce him and take it back in the divorce "but in the end," he told me, "she kept me and the marble" and i awoke teary and resentful to be ripped from a fleeting world that had found for itself such a small and beautiful peace